There’s much to like at this neighborly Italian spot, like lemon-butter shrimp Alejandra with basil spaghetti, paired with addictive garlic bread made from scratch daily. An unusual “Mediterranean” salad with dried cranberries and mandarin oranges and a not-too-sweet poppy seed dressing paired nicely with the creamy shrimp. Not in the same league: the pedestrian eggplant Parm and baked ravioli—too much grilled cheese, overshadowed by overcooked sauce and a suspicion that both dishes had been reheated. The dining room (a slight makeover from Alberico’s former space) is chic and polished, with a few casual wrought-iron tables outside. Service is friendly and efficient, with personal check-ins from chef Alejandro Santoyo (who cooked at Paesanos for some twenty years) and his wife, Norah. This is the second location for the pair, whose original spot, out in the far northeast, is a bit more casual. Here, the quiet and calm dining room is good for those in the mood for conversation.